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It is the summer after the Big War and, while most veterans are racing back to setup housekeeping, Jerry Keenan finds himself unattached, unable to settle down, and suffering nightmares from his wartime experiences. Enter Andrea King, an irresistible 18-year-old war widow. But then, she disappears....

On a deserted road in the New Forest, a couple come across a man lying, apparently injured, in the road. They carry him to their car - but on the way to hospital, the driver hears knife blades clashing behind his head and things are not as they might have seemed... Pull on your headphones and Horror-fi yourself. 'Revolutionise' is an often overused word however this is what Horror-Fi achieve with there new recording technology/process for recording audio drama.

'The Cask of Amontillado' is Edgar Allan Poe’s short but enigmatic masterpiece. Set in an unnamed Italian City we hear the story of how Montresor lures Fortunato through the catacombs into the Montresor family vault and there chains him up and bricks him in for eternity. Why he does it we will never know, but he does so with a casual savagery that is truly chilling.'Cask' was recorded on location in ancient vaults.

"The Cask of Amontillado" is Edgar Allan Poe's short but enigmatic masterpiece. Set in an unnamed Italian city, we hear the story of how Montresor lures Fortunato through the catacombs into the Montresor family vault and there chains him up and bricks him in for eternity. Why he does it we will never know, but he does so with a casual savagery that is truly chilling.

'Here! Look here, for this haggard man who shuffles along this deserted road, his soul as bare and barren as the moors around him, his tears cutting through his heart like the road slices this open plain. His name is Covell. Covell the Wandering one. Let us fly toward him on the wings of a crow, and circle above him, looking down at his ragged coat, his tattered hat, his worn old boots and bundle, then let us swoop down in to his brain and listen to the wretch’s thoughts!'